Rules of the game!

It's all made by the strong.

Gan Yong's self-confidence came not only from his confidence in the combat power of his subordinates, but also from his familiarity with the sea routes in the Aegean Sea, where he traveled to almost every island in this area during his months of dormancy, wherever pirates could have settled.

Hu Yu and Luan Bu each led the detachment to the two sides, and the main tactics adopted by the Qin army this time were still the strategy of splitting and attacking together, but the real killer weapon was not naval battles, but the wrath of the thunder.

On the ships of the Qin army, a squad of the Heavenly Thunder Army had been training in the port of Troy for three months, and the Tianlei soldiers, who had played a decisive role in the land battle, had basically adapted to the turbulent life at sea under the leadership of the leader Peng Sheng. Peng Sheng is the one who invented the heavenly fire, and over the years, the head of the frustrated water military creation has been concentrating on studying the power of the heavenly thunder, and this time, he also brought a new invention here.

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The Peloponnesian sea breeze is as gentle as the hands of the goddess Athena, and for the Greeks who admired love and freedom, the carefree sea voyage was what they longed for the most. It's just that being in the chaos of the struggle for hegemony, but being the weakest party at the mercy of others, is really sad.

The harassment of pirates exhausted Dikar, the leader of the Greek Chamber of Commerce. Unlike the powerful Qin and Roman states, the Greeks were a loose alliance of city-states with different interests, with nothing but interests among themselves.

Under Macedonian rule, the Greek city-states, including the largest city of Athens, had no main field force of their own except for the guards who guarded the city, and now the Greeks panicked when the merchant ships were threatened by pirates and when Philip IV's army ceased to exist.

Who to rely on to protect legitimate maritime trade?

Romans? Of course not.

Behind the Skeleton Pirates, who is backing. Dikar knew that whether it was Scipio or Crassus, their real purpose was to make the Greeks submit, but how was this possible?

If there was no Qin people, Dicar's choice was naturally certain, after the fall of Macedonia, the Greeks could only naturally become a Roman province, but now, the Qin people's conditions were more favorable, and from Dicar's point of view. Comparing the power of Qin with Rome, he did not think that Scipio's army would have the upper hand.

The Romans, at most, were just at the doorstep of the Mediterranean, but the Qin people crossed the entire continent and defeated one opponent after another.

Frightened by Aris's miscalculation, Dicar, after thinking so crankily, approached the evening. At last he could no longer resist the drowsiness, and after hurriedly instructing the captain of the ship, he shrank into the cabin and prepared for a good night's sleep. As he lay down, he was still thinking that he might be able to land on Crete early tomorrow morning.

The proprietor rested.

As hired crew members, the sense of natural responsibility has also dropped a lot, for them. The important thing to make a living at sea is not whether the cargo is safe or not, but whether the body can afford to eat.

The threat of pirates, though, keeps them on the lookout. But in contrast, the threat of septicemia is undoubtedly greater, so the necessary rest is indispensable.

The crew and sailors rested in twos and threes, but Aris the Lookout was still hanging from the mast, as punishment for his missight during the day, and he was also on duty at night.

Aris was aggrieved.

During the day, it was really not that he was dazzled, but that he had not seen green plants for many days, and had been eating blindness caused by carnivorous, and besides, it was so far away, and a flock of sea kites was no different from the fleet.

Late at night.

The sea was silent, except for the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the side of the ship, and occasionally only the roar of an unknown giant from the bottom of the sea.

Aris slept and woke up, woke and slept, and the days on the mast made him miserable, but when he thought of the red-eyed friends below, he pressed the thought of slipping down quietly.

"What sound?" Aris was in a haze, awakened by the sound of "Peng". When he looked at it, his eyes widened in the darkness.

A mile from the merchant ship, a thick black shadow appeared, and in the midst of this dark shadow, the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship could be heard from time to time, and it was this unusual echo that alerted Aris.

"It's the sea, the pirates are coming, the skeleton thief Greel." Aris cried out in desperation, his voice piercing the silent night sky with a sharp voice.

Inside the cabin.

Dukar was very upset to hear Aris screaming in a daze, and if it weren't for the fact that Aris's father had served the Dikar family for many years, he wouldn't have left this guy who was burned out and only caused trouble. Dicar's fat body tumbled over, and he decided to ignore Aris's howl for the time being, this guy was afraid that he had been on the mast for a long time, and wanted to come down and rest.

"It's true, it's true. The pirate ship is only a nautical mile away. Aris's shouts grew more and more anxious. Dikar thought so, and so did the other merchant sailors. So, even though Aris's throat was about to burst, the deck was empty.

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Pisius was excited.

Among the pirates, he is thin, weak, liliang, and gladiatorial at a disadvantage, but he is not able to kill his opponent in a series of battles compared to other pirates, so he is his favorite messenger to find out the enemy's situation, find the enemy's traces, and sell the stolen goods.

This time, the big fish is about to be acquired!

And as the one who found the clues, no one can erase the credit, and when it comes time to divide the spoils, can Pisius imagine what he will get? However, the only pity is that Boss Grell insisted that these goods could only be sold to the Romans, and if they could make their own decisions, whether it was the Carthaginians or the Egyptians, they would have paid much higher than the Roman merchants.

At the thought of the gold coins he had shared, it was as if there were expanding mountains of gold in front of his eyes, and on the edge of the gold mountain, there was a blonde woman with a hot body and a high buttocks protruding from the back, looking at him charmingly.

"Rhema, this slut, waiting for me." Pisius swallowed dryly and whispered in his heart. The imaginary woman is now the forbidden prostitution of the boss Greer, but Pisius feels that he also has the opportunity to get close to this beautiful woman, because once when he eavesdropped on Grell and Rhema in love, he accidentally discovered a secret.

Greel, who has a majestic body and a huge mass of things under his step, turned out to be an incompetent guy, and that night, although Rhema used up and down her mouth, she still couldn't wake up Greer's little brother. In this comparison, Pi Houston felt that his capital was too strong.

"Pisius, you get up with the oars, remember, you got the howling troublesome guy first." Greel's cold voice rang out, reviving Pisius from his fantasy.

The small oared boat can only hold three or five people, but because of its small size and light load, it can be nearly twice as fast as a large ship under the vigorous rowing of a few strong pirates.

"Boss, what if it's a trap? Why don't you let the big man William take someone with him? Pisius hesitated for a moment, then said urgently. It would be too insulting to take such a risk and let him, who has a brilliant mind and has a reputation as the first wise man among the pirates, carry it out.

"William, he's got his mission, Pisius, and you're not going to let me hope, are you?" Grell raised the blade in his hand and shouted.

This thin man, who has made him very unhappy lately, in addition to showing off his clever mind from time to time, has spread rumors among the pirates that he is not a greeter, which is really hateful.

Pisius reluctantly bowed his head and ordered to go down.

In the face of powerful violent weapons, his cleverness is useless, fortunately, the guy on the merchant ship opposite, who keeps howling, seems to have lost much strength, and this desperate shouting does not seem to alert the people on the merchant ship. (To be continued......)